O For Open

Are those small silver tumps a town,

And are those dewdrops windows there;

Is that dark patch a hill or cloud,

And which is Earth, and which is air?

Lord, when I see a world so vast,

This large, bewildering stretch of land;

The far-off fields, the clumps of woods,

The hills as thin as clouds beyond-

When I see this, I shrink in fear,

That if I once but closed my eye,

The ends will sink, and leave me dazed

Before a monstrous, empty sky!